“I want a tattoo. I want a few more holes in my ears. I want to travel the world, and I want to wear a dress even if I’m not going anywhere special. I want to walk around barefoot in the grass every night of every summer for the rest of my life. I want to be tall enough to kiss the stars, but small enough to crawl in bed and stay there for days. I want to read tons of books, but I want to stay out late sometimes. I want to make more mistakes. I want to spend a whole day speaking another language. I want to write a book that no one is ever going to read but I want to love it with everything I have. I want to write letters that I’m never going to send and I want to keep them under my bed until I forget about them. I want to start over a few times before I get it right. I want to accept imperfections. I want to dye my hair two different colours and I want to paint my nails the colour of the sea. I want to let myself be angry and I want to let myself be sad. I want to drive around for the sole reason that I felt like going for a drive. I want to stand on top of the rocks in Central Park and remember what it felt like to stand there for the very first time. I want to write it all down. I want to live the way I want to.”

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